I'm a professional sleeper.
Well, excpet that it doesn't pay, and there are no benefits, and it's not actually a job. But if it could be a job, it would be mine. I've been in extreme training this weekend for professional sleeper.
Friday night I started out with a modest 14 hours.
Saturday night I slept for another 16 hours.
Oh, sweet, sweet weekend, when I can recover from my week... The Hater does not support my professional sleeping habits. He says if I go to sleep now that he'll worry about me.
So maybe I'll wait a couple of more hours. He says afternoon is too eary to go to sleep.
Post Script: The novella post is finished and posted about three posts down.